Enforcing Quarantines.
Halfway through flu season, I have officially alienated people that I care about who aren't my family. It's one thing to grow up in a household where your blood-related relatives wholeheartedly accept your quirks and quarantines because they have no other choice. It's another thing to bring your borderline-hypochondriac craziness into the daily lives of folks whose awareness of how extreme these gestures can become is nearly non-existent. And, yet, halfway across the country from my all-embracing kin, I find myself with no other options - dodging plans with recent pukers (*my fears are specifically emetophobic) and maintaining necessary distances when confronted in person. Enjoy!
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Funny, I just spent a week in bed with a stomach ache, and oh boy, there is something to be said for taking a week off from life-in the most benign way, of course! Yes, and I was pretty sure I had stomach cancer.
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